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Subject: {ASSM} Phallus Symbol #5 (rache18us@yahoo.com) F/F, Mast, Edgeplay, Suicide
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Disclaimer: I wrote this first, so I get to own it. You get to read it
for nothing. If you would like to reproduce, rebroadcast, or copy this
story in any form, feel free to do so. Please do not sell it, or steal
it. Keep it away from children. Plant a tree on Earthday and have your
cat fixed. But not your dog - I really *love* my dog.

Written in Seattle on Christmas Day 2000. Happy Birthday to youuuuu...

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The Journey Complete - Phallus Symbol #5
by Rachael 


"Hello?" 

"Um...Hi...Is this...Is this the Suicide hotline?" 

"Why yes, of course it is. Can I help you?" 

Rachael listened to the voice on the other end of the phone, a woman's
voice. Mature, but not old. Good, she thought. "Uh, well." Undecided
still about her real intentions, Rachael took a deep breath. "I
think...I think I'm going to kill myself." 

"Oh, well can we talk a little first? Can you tell me your name?" 

"My name?" Rachael paused and there was a moment of silence before she
decided it was okay. "My name is Rachael. Rache." 

"Hi Rache, my name is Margaret, but you can call me Maggie if you
want. All my friends do." 

"Okay, um, Maggie." 

"We are friends right Rache?" 

"Yes...I guess so, I don't know." Rachael didn't have many friends.
She wondered if the woman she was speaking to was really her friend or
just pretending like everyone else. 

"Rachael, I need to ask you something, okay?" 

"Okay, I guess." 

"Rache, have you hurt yourself tonight? Have you taken any pills or
medicines?" 

Rachael didn't answer right away, she tried to think, to remember.
"No, I took a pill this morning, but not tonight. I haven't...I didn't
hurt myself yet." 

"Good. Now what pill was that you took this morning Rache?" 

"It was lithium, it's...it's ok I'm supposed to take it." 

"Okay Rache. Have you talked to anyone else tonight? Your family,
friends? Or maybe your doctor? Are you alone right now?" 

"No... I mean, yes I'm alone...My dad isn't home...I don't have
anybody else to talk to." Rachael's voice wavered slightly, a small
quiver as several emotions rushed through her, all of them
conflicting. 

"How old are you Rache?" 

"I'm 18...18 now." 

"Good, thank you Rachael. I'm 37, that's not too old to be friends is
it? No, of course not." 

"No," Rachael echoed, "of course not." 

"Rache, what do you think you might do tonight?" 

"I...I don't know." 

"Well Rache, you called me and I want to help you. Can you tell me why
you decided to call?" 

Rachael didn't say anything for a moment. She didn't know why she'd
called, maybe to fulfill an obligation to her father? She'd tried to
reach him at his hotel, but he wasn't there. She couldn't just leave
him without saying goodbye. 

"Rache? Are you there honey?" 

"Yes...Yes, I am. I don't know why I called." 

"Okay Rachael, that's fine. Can you tell me what you're thinking about
tonight?" 

Rachael took a deep breath. "I...I have a knife. I think...I mean, I
want to...Do things with it. Kill myself with it." 

"I understand Rachael, everybody feels that way sometimes." 

"I know...Yes, I know that..But...but not like me." 

"Can you explain it to me Rachael? Can you tell me how you feel, so I
can understand too?" 

"I...uh...maybe, I don't know." 

"Try Rache, okay? We're friends now, just keep talking to me and it
will all come out by itself, I promise you." 

"Uh, okay...Maggie...I like...I like to, uh...Touch myself and think
about...Dying." 

"Touch yourself how Rache, I'm not sure I understand." 

"Uh, you know..." Rachael's hand went between her legs subconsciously,
rubbing lightly across her exposed sex. "I like to touch
there...Between my...between my legs." 

"Okay Rachael, that's okay, nothing to be ashamed of." 

Rachael didn't say anything. She felt her fingers massaging her gently
and she stared at the long straight, razor-sharp blade of the carving
knife on the bed beside her. 

"Rache, are you touching yourself now?" 

"Ummm...yes...a little." Rachael confessed, a small pang of guilt and
embarrassment running through her voice. 

"What are you wearing Rache?" 

"Huh...uh, what?" 

"Can you tell me what you're wearing Rachael?" 

"I...I'm wearing a nightgown, uh...a white one." Rachael didn't
understand why Maggie needed to know what she was wearing and it
showed in her voice. 

"I just want to know you a little better Rache, I'm interested in you.
Can you tell me where you are? Are you in the kitchen, or..." 

"No...No, I'm in...I'm in my dad's room. His bedroom." 

"I see. Where is your dad Rachael?" 

"He's gone. Gone on business...he...He travels a lot and...And I like
to sleep here when he's gone." Her voice had all the qualities of a
little girl's and she'd said it only quietly. 

"You miss your dad don't you Rachael?" 

"yes." 

"It's okay Rachael. All little girls miss their fathers when they're
alone. I do too, even now sometimes." 

"Really? You don't...Don't think it's...Bad?" 

"No, not at all Rache. Do you like touching yourself in your father's
bed, Rache?" 

"I...Yes...I don't...I mean I..." Rachael was clearly flustered by the
question. she hadn't expected it and the answer didn't really surprise
her. She had always enjoyed sleeping in her father's room when he was
away. And she had always had....Dreams. The best kinds of dreams had
come in his bed. 

"I understand, Rachael, believe me. Tell me, what do you think of when
you're alone in daddy's bed, Rache?" 

I...I don't..." 

'Rachael, I only wan to help you. That's what friends do. Can you tell
me what you like to do? How you like to touch yourself? 

"I...I think about dying...About...I have a knife and I..." Rachael's
voice trailed off into silence. 

Do you have your knife now, Rachael?" 

"Yes, yes I have it." 

"Will you do something for me Rache?" Will you trust me?" 

"I...I think so....yes." 

"Good. Pick up the knife Rachael, hold it in your hands and describe
it for me." 

Rachael held the knife in her hand, turning it this way and that as if
really seeing it for the first time. "It...It's long, very long and
the handle is wood." 

"The blade Rachael, tell me about the blade." 

"Um...ok...it's silver....very smooth and the point is very, uh sharp.
Rachael touched the point of the knife to her bare thigh feeling how
easily it pierced her flesh, leaving a small red pinprick. It made her
all the more exciting, familiar feelings coming back. 

"Does it have one edge Rache? Or two? Is it serrated like a steak
knife? Or is it like a razor?" 

"It's...smooth, but only....just one side. One edge." 

"Good Rachael, very good. Are you touching yourself? Are you touching
you vagina with it? 

he suggestion was all Rachael needed and she brought the blade between
her pale thighs, touching the broad flatness of one side to her sex.
"Yes...I...I am touching it now." 

"Nice Rachael, turn the knife so that the dull edge is between your
lips. Don't hurt yourself, just slide the dull side of the knife back
and forth." 

Rachael did as she was told, twisting the knife so the non-edged side
of the blade was sliding along her slit. She began working the blade
back and forth, watching as the twin folds of her labia creased and
folded along the cool stainless steel. She gasped and closed her eyes
momentarily, lost in another place. 

"It feels nice, doesn't it Rachael? It feels so good, trust me Maggie
knows what you like doesn't she?" 

Rachael sighed out a long "yeeeesssss...." and sawed the dull steel in
long slow strokes across her tingling clit. 

"Are you wet Rachael? can you see your wetness on the blade?" 

"Ohhhhh....yess...oh," Rachael looked down and could see that the
shiny silver was coated by her excitement. "Yessss....I...I'm wet now"

"Are your nipples hard Rachael? Feel them, touch your breasts for me
and tell me how they feel." 

Rachael trapped the phone between her shoulder and her ear, tilting
her head to keep it in place. She brought her free hand up, under her
nightgown to feel the burning hardness of her nipples. She pulled one,
twisting it savagely so she could feel a small flash of pain. 

"Rachael? Tell me honey, are your nipples hard?" 

"Mmmmmmm...yesss....they are...hard...so hot." 

"Do you have a speaker phone Rachael?" 

"Uhhh...ye...yes...it has a speaker." 

"Good, I want you to use it okay? Because I want you to have your
hands free so you can do some things for me, okay?" 

Rachael pushed the 'speaker' button and replaced the handset.
Okay...uh, okay Maggie." 

"Thank you Rachael, this will be much better for you. Can you take off
your nightie sweetheart? I want you to be very comfortable, okay?" 

"Yes....yes, okay." Rachael reluctantly put the knife down and pulled
her nightgown over her head. She was already missing the cool touch of
the knife and she quickly picked it back up, bringing it to her lips
and kissing it softly. 

"Good Rache, very good. Now take the knife sweetie, and turn it so
that you can use the handle. I want you to use the handle in your
pussy, do you understand?" 

"Yes....yes...I think so." Rachael took the knife in her hand and held
the blade between her palms, her hands pressed together as if in
prayer. She slowly worked the odd shaped wooden handle across her wet
sex and then gently between her swollen labia. It penetrated her
slowly and it was wonderful she thought. Rachael's sex seemed to mold
itself around this strange invasion, gripping and releasing it as the
girl moved it slowly in and out. Rachael gasped loudly as the hardness
entered her fully, into her vagina proper and she felt the first small
orgasm beginning to grow inside her. 

"Are you doing it Rache?" 

"Ohhhhh......Ohhhh...yes, yes I ....I am doing it." 

"it feels nice doesn't it. Work it for me Rache, move it in and out
for me...I want you to feel nice for Maggie." 

Rachael did as she was told, moaning and crying out as her body shook
with her first orgasm. The wonderfully odd shape touched her in places
she had never felt before and Rachael stared at the long sharp edge of
the blade, held safely in her hands as she slowly masturbated. 

"How does it feel Rache? tell me, is it good for you?" 

"Ohhh...Oh yesssss....So good...So nice Maggie." 

"Touch your breasts Rachael, touch your breasts and tell me how it
feels." 

Rachael gripped the blade in one hand, keeping the handle moving
gently inside her. She began playing with her small, firm breasts,
squeezing them alternately and rubbing her thumb across the hard dark
nipples. Rachael's eyes were closed and she felt a second small orgasm
flooding through her, she was moaning loudly, digging her fingernails
into the tender flesh of her breasts. She shoved with the blade harder
and faster, working the smooth wood deeper and twisting it so that it
would touch every secret part inside her burning sex. 

"Yes, cum for me Rachael...Feel it inside you." 

Rachael moaned loudly, gasping and breathing hard as riot of pleasure
engulfed her. But not entirely, the need remained, inside begging for
more and greater release. 

"Rache? Are you okay honey?" 

"Ohhh...yesss....I...I'm okay....Yessss." 

"You want more don't you? You want to turn the knife around Rache,
take it, take the handle out....You know what you need Rachael, tell
me." 

"Ohhh, yes...Please!" Rachael moaned loudly again, able only to
express her pleasure and desperation in a series of gasps and ragged
breaths. She pulled the handle from her fiery wetness, gripping the
slick handle in her fist and pointing the sharp beautiful point at the
center of her need. 

Do it Rache, there on your daddy's bed....You want it, don't you? You
need to have it inside you, hurting you, pleasing you...Do it, do it
now!" 

Rachael slowly pushed the tip between her tender folds, feeling it
warm from her hands, entering smoothly her vagina and sliding a gentle
8 inches deep into her womb. She gasped as the sudden pleasure of
being suddenly impaled filled her. The knife was sharp enough she
didn't feel the thin deep cut as it parted the soft pink flesh of her
sex. The point pierced her vagina completely, creating a new, painful
entrance to her ovary. The quick, brilliant flash of pain forced
Rachael to cry out in an angry mix of pleasure and pain. Her hand flew
to her breast, digging into the skin as another orgasm coursed through
her wounded body. 

"Fuck yourself Rache, do it...Fuck the knife for me! tell me, do you
feel it? Does it burn for you Rache? Is it everything you need?" 

"Aaaahhhh.....Yesssss....Oh! God!" Rachael was screaming as tears
filled her eyes and her body shook as she began moving the knife back
and forth. Her hips rolled, lifting her butt of the blood stained bed
as she stabbed herself repeatedly. Her life was pouring out of her,
mixed with her orgasm but Rachael did not notice, her eyes were
tightly shut, tears of pain and pleasure, indistinguishable ran down
her flushed cheeks. 

"Rachael, it's time...Do you here me Rache? Now, use the knife. Put it
under your left breast, just the tip touch it...Hold it there....Under
your breast Rache." 

Rachael could barely understand what she was being told, nothing was
real except the knife buried in her bloody shredded womb. That and the
pain/pleasure of another orgasm ripping through her body, her thighs
clamping around the steel blade, tightening and releasing, killing her
with ecstasy. But somewhere in her mind she was able to hear her
friends voice and with it urging her on she released the knife from
its bloody sheath. her tortured body shuddered and her breathing was
weak, labored. With every beat of her heart a little more of her life
was soaking into the bed beneath her. 

"Your breast, Rache...Put the point underneath, use both hands
Rachael, give yourself to your need...For me honey. And for your
daddy, do it....Push it in Rachael!" 

Rachael's heartbeat was pounding in her head, beneath the rushing
sound of life slipping away. She knew what she needed. She knew what
she had always wanted, her body was growing cold, but still the
pleasure remained, like a furnace giving her the strength to do one
last thing. The pain was magnificent, she reveled in it, embraced it.
She placed the terrible point just below her left breast, grasping the
handle with both hands. The moment it pricked her skin another orgasm
blinded her, defining her need with a sudden clarity that everything
in her life had led to this moment. 

A far away voice was urging her on, to push the knife in and meet her
death. But she no longer needed the voice, her own deep desire spoke
loud enough, shouting as if a storm had swept through her soul. She
slammed the blade into her chest, her fists making a loud thud as they
hit her chest. her final orgasm burst upon her with infinite pain. 

"Oooooohhh" A weak moan escaped, high pitched and barely heard as the
wind was suddenly and completely knocked out of her. The knife passed
through Rachael's chest plate as if it wasn't there, severing her
heart and continuing through a full 11" so that the point emerged from
her back in a sudden stain of crimson. A few seconds later the last
rays of light faded from Rachael's eyes, her orgasm forgotten in
death, her journy complete. 

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Maggie hung up the phone just as Robert stepped out of the shower, a
damp towel wrapped around his waist. 

"Who was on the phone, honey?" 

"Oh, it was a wrong number." Maggie moved closer and pressed her
flushed body against his. "Nobody important. Maggie kissed Robert
hard, opening her mouth for his tongue. She slid her hand underneath
the towel to grasp his hardening manhood. "Take me to bed lover, I
need it bad tonight!" 

"Oh you are a bad girl!" Robert said with a grin, wondering only
briefly where this sudden burst of passion had come from. 


the end

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